A Cure for Writer's Block™

George was trying to console his daughter. He didn't feel like he was doing a very good job. Not that he ever felt like he was doing a "good job" in any of these situations. Lana was 10 years old, and while she wasn't as sulky as she used to be, she still had a tendency to just sit there while he prattled on. Usually he ended up rambling and desperate by the end of these scenes. Today he was really trying not to, but it was a serious struggle.

If only she knew what I knew, he thought. If...

Breathlessly she pried open the little box on her palm. Her eyes widened.
"How, how could this..." Footsteps approached behind her. She whipped around.
"Hello Kelsey." The smooth, silvery voice said.
"Kent!" She burst into tears. "The box... did you know? How did you know? I-I wouldn't have done this if you had told me... I only wanted this violence to end!"
"Well, Kelsey, if I had told you, you would have shot me."
Kelsey once again turned her gaze to the little casket in her hand and the name engraved on its lid. The engraving seemed to burn a...

What is the one thing you would say if you knew you could delete it instantly?

In the past, we used to write down our thoughts in journals or diaries. These days, we express our feelings one at a time, posting them to our social media followers.

They may not care about the fact that I got cut off in traffic or the other things in life that bother me.

They may not care about my successes. Look at me - I wrote something! I got into the ring and announced a wrestling show!

What about the thoughts we dare...

Her home lay behind her. And the aurora ahead. It would be cooler in the north, as it was in the far south. She could wear a sweater again. Be invisible again. Her body unscrutinized.

She leaned down the slope into the first valley of the first range of mountains. She took her first step towards solitude.

Three valleys later, a plain spread before her. She saw a river, so many trees, and... smoke.

She crept to the edge of the clearing, peered towards the village. Perhaps she wasn't the most original, the cleverest, but perhaps also she would feel...

Trudging through the snow, I saw something move on the path ahead of me.

It was ... a cat!

A white cat. I could barely see it in the snow. How did it get here?

I scooped him up and brought him home. We didn't have any cat food, of course, as we had never owned a pet of any kind.

Maybe he would like a bowl of milk. He sure did! He lapped it up eagerly.

"It looks like we have a cat now," I announced. "What are we going to name him? How about Fireball?"

The girls laughed....